A.N.- Hello friends! This is a "where are they now" mass post of old characters (organized by story, but I was too lazy to post them all separately). So basically this just shows you what they're doing in the present day (most of these are 2 or 3 year old stories). I didn't do more recent stories like Kill The Lights or Just A Spark, because...well, because they're only a few months old. I also didn't do really old stories from like 4 or 5 years ago because...I tend to pretend those never happened. So, here you go! If there's a couple you really want to see, put them in the comments and maybe I'll add them in! 

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                Outside The Lines- Completed 6/22/13

                “Little Theodore!” Dimitri said, strutting over to me.

                “Hey Dimitri,” I said, sitting up and holding my arms open.

                Dimitri hugged me and kissed me. “I have missed you, darling!”

                “Missed me? You saw me yesterday!” I said.

                “But yesterday was so long ago!” he said, flicking his hair, dramatic as always.

                I rolled my eyes. “You’re such a drama queen.”

                Dimitri and I were both on break from college right now. Dimitri was studying art, and planned to get a master’s degree in education so he could fall back on an art teaching job if he had to. But he made good money doing commissions, and had won a few design contests already. He helped design clothes for his mother’s company, working an internship there during the summer.

                I was studying to be an economics teacher, and loving it. I got to start student teaching next year.

                Dimitri had changed his hair recently, switching from his purple fohawk. Now, it laid naturally on his head, the bangs gelled into fine spikes that were an electric blue color. He was still wildly flamboyant, but damn did he look good.

                I still looked the same. I had a feeling I was forever doomed to be plain. But Dimitri didn’t mind, and I felt no need to change myself.

                We were at college now, 20 years old. We planned to get an apartment together once we graduated and decided where we wanted to work. Dimitri was eyed by a design company that was partners with his mother’s company, and there were plenty of good teaching jobs out where the company was based, so I was hoping we could go there.

                Dimitri sat in my lap, his arms around my neck, kissing me again. We were on break right now, and spent a lot of time together. We skyped a lot when we were at college, but I always missed him when he was gone.

                “I love you,” I said, wrapping my arms around his waist.

                “I love you too, little Theodore. I suppose I’ll have to bother you since Kimberly darling is studying abroad,” he said with a dramatic sigh.

                “Bother me, Oliver, and Thalia. We’re hanging out tonight,” I said. Thalia was in school to be a nurse, and Oliver was studying to be a radiologist. Thalia had a boyfriend she’d been seeing for a few months, and Oliver had a girlfriend he’d been dating for a little over a year.

                “I would love to!” Dimitri said.

                The entire school had been shocked to find out that Dimitri and Alek were related during graduation when their names were called. Alek had been embarrassed beyond all belief, but Dimitri had looked smug to have their relationship known. Alek was away at college, studying so she could work with her mother.

                Galen, now 9 years old, was starting to take a liking to me. He was slowly becoming quieter and mature, but still had his loud moments. He clung to Dimitri a lot when Dimitri was home, and had cried the day we’d moved Dimitri into his dorm. But the little brat didn’t hate me anymore, and I babysat him sometimes when Dimitri was busy.

                I reached up, playing with Dimitri’s spikes. He smiled at me and kissed me again. I smiled into the kiss. He’d matured a lot, too. He wasn’t as mean and selfish as he used to be. His relationship with Alek was even slowly but steadily improving.

                This sparkly, obnoxious boy had been driving me crazy for nearly three years, and I wouldn’t trade any of it away. I couldn’t wait to graduate and live with him, and take our relationship to the next step.

                He’s My Dork- Completed 5/22/13

                “Misha!” I called, letting myself into the apartment. “Misha, I’m home!”

                Misha came out and I groaned and rolled my eyes. The guy was 22 years old, hotter than hell, and his shirt was tucked in.

                “Misha,” I said, going over and untucking his shirt. “You are such a dork.” I looked up in surprise. “You wore your nose ring to work?”

                “I forgot to take it out,” he said, hugging me and kissing me. “How was school?”

                I was at college now, 19 years old. Misha had graduated, and now worked teaching English at high school.

                “It was good. Can you help me write a paper for my literature class?” I asked.

                “Of course!” He kissed me again, smiling. He moved to tuck his shirt back in, but I yanked his hands away.

                “Stop it! You look sexy when it’s not tucked in,” I said. “If you try to tuck it in again, I’m just going to have to take your clothes off.”

                “Collie!” He blushed furiously. No matter how much we had sex, the dork still got embarrassed at the mention of it.

                Emma had gone to college, and since she was far away, she didn’t come home often. I knew that Misha missed his sister, but he kept in contact with her a lot. My brother and Ant roomed together at college, and Colin was slowly coming off his dependence on me. It was sad, but I knew he needed to. He was almost 20, after all.

                “Come on,” I said, pulling Misha into the kitchen.

                “Want me to help you again?” he asked as I released his hand.

                “Teach me the cooking ways,” I said.

                That was Misha’s current goal. Along with helping me write papers for my literature class, he was trying to teach me how to cook. After nearly lighting the apartment on fire several times, I was finally getting the hang of it, and could almost successfully make a bagel without needing the fire department on speed dial.

                Misha got out some food and helped me make it, patiently explaining why I couldn’t use a meat tenderizer to crack an egg, and teaching me the ways of the oven.

                When we were done, we sat down and ate together. Misha asked me about school, and I asked him about work.

                “I bet your students think you’re hot,” I said, laughing.

                “What? No! I’m their teacher!” he said.

                “Misha, you are a sexy 22 year old man,” I reminded. “You’re barely older than they are. You’re probably the hottest teacher at that school.”

                He blushed. “No way!”

                I rolled my eyes at him and his stupidity. A lot of people found Misha attractive, and a lot of people had asked him out while he was in college. I was constantly jealous when I saw him with people that looked at him like they wanted to lick him.

                We had talked about marriage a few times, but agreed that we didn’t want to get married until I was out of college and had a job. When we were financially stable, we’d talk about it more.

                I would love to marry Misha. We’d been dating for three years, and I only loved more and more, as cheesy as that was. I had even gotten used to his stupid puns.

                My parents still didn’t accept us together. I had tried and tried, and Misha and his family helped me as much as they could. But my parents were thickheaded homophobes, and still hated Misha. They tried so hard to get me to move back in with them, but I refused to. Misha was my boyfriend, and he was much better for me than my parents had ever been.

                Misha’s family treated me as if I was theirs. I loved his family, and I loved everything he and they did for me.

                “Collie?” Misha cocked his head to the side. “You’re pretty quiet. What’s up?”

                I leaned over, kissing him, smiling at him. “I love you, dork. You’re my dork forever.”

                He returned the smile, kissing me back. “I love you too.”

                Changing Will- Completed 1/18/14

                “Ethan, are you going to hang out with us, or screw my brother?” Sonnet asked.

                “Screw your brother,” I said.

                She rolled her eyes. “Whatever, just keep it down. None of us want to hear it.”

                “I can use him to get alcohol so you can get so drunk you won’t even remember hearing him scream my name in utter lust,” I said.

                “That is so disturbing. Go,” she said, shoving me towards the stairs.

                I went downstairs and let myself into Will’s bedroom. He was home on summer break, and currently sitting at his desk with a beer next to him, editing a video on his laptop.

                “Will you ever learn to knock?” he said without looking up from his laptop.

                “I’ve knocked you plenty of times,” I said, sitting on his bed.

                He finished up whatever he’d been doing and saved his video, shutting his laptop. He turned to face me.

                His eyes were a lighter green than when I had first met him. His hair was neatly cut and styled, and his clothes fit nicely, making him look incredibly attractive.

                He was 21, and already working his way to success. He had one year left of college, and worked an internship producing commercials for a company in town. He had won three film festivals so far, two at school and one outside of school. He’d been hired to shoot two commercials for stores in our local mall. He’d worked on several indie film crews around the area, and was the president of his college’s film club.

                I was at college studying to be a therapist. I got along with my roommate and had started making friends. I still got bullied around at college, but for the most part, I was generally happier.

                I still suffered panic attacks sometimes, and struggled to sleep. Being away from Will didn’t help, but I tried not to be dependent on him.

                Will got up and came over to me, sitting next to me. I leaned against him, and he slipped an arm around my waist.

                “I told your sister that we were going to fuck loud enough for her to hear,” I said.

                “Of course you did,” he said and kissed me.

                I was 19, and had hit a growth spurt, so now I was only a few inches short than Will. I kissed him back before pulling away and curling up in his lap. He stroked my hair, looking down at me.

                I had gotten used to reading Will, and he was more open now. While I still got horribly sad from time to time, I had a much better handle on my emotions and keeping myself happy and strong. I hadn’t had an urge to self harm since the day Will and I got back together.

                “You’re a pain in the ass,” he said, still running his hand through my hair.

                “Thanks, fuck nugget,” I said, smiling and closing my eyes, resting my hand on his knee. Once I was out of college, we wanted to live together, and I couldn’t wait for it. My darkest days were getting farther and farther behind me, and I was a much happier, much taller person now. And with my moody, oddly charming boyfriend with me, I couldn’t help but be excited for the future.

                Coming Out- Completed 11/26/12

                I rang the doorbell and waited. Collin pulled the door open and stepped aside to let me in.

                “Hi Collin,” I said. We were 20 now, and after three years of me dating Alex, he had developed a certain level of acceptance for our relationship.

                “Hi Trav. He’s in his room,” Collin grumbled and walked away.

                I went to Alex’s bedroom, knocking before letting myself in. Alex looked up from his bed and offered me a smile. At 17, he was a lot less shy than when I had first met him.

                “Hey,” I said, holding my arms open.

                Alex got up and moved into them, kissing me. I kissed him back and hugged him. He was so damn sexy. He had gotten a little taller, and his gold curls were styled perfectly on his head like always.

                “How’s your dad?” I asked gently.

                Alex got a sad look on his face. “Not good. My mom’s at the hospital with him. She’s thinking about bringing him home so he can be with us.”

                Alex’s dad had gotten a lot worse, and wasn’t expected to live through the end of the month. I had visited him with Alex a few days ago, and I’d honestly be surprised if the poor man made it through the week in his current condition.

                I spent a lot of time keeping Alex busy to cheer him up a little. Gav, who had calmed down a lot, helped me out, as did Gage. Gage was in a serious relationship now, and had stopped sleeping around. Gave and Rose were still together, and Gav had matured quite a bit.

                “Let me take you to dinner,” I said, kissing him.

                “Thanks Trav,” he said, giving me a weak smile.

                He was in the process of applying to colleges. Collin and I were usually away at college, and I knew Alex missed us. But we were both home on break right now, and trying to spend as much time with him as possible.

                Alex was slowly becoming more independent of his brother. He was starting to make friends and be a little more outgoing. It made me so happy to see.

                We laid on his bed together, and he curled into my arms, kissing me. I deepened it, trying to keep it somewhat appropriate since his brother was home. When his brother wasn’t home, we could go as far as we wanted.

                I ran a hand through Alex’s hair, looking into his eyes. I knew his dad wouldn’t live much longer, and once his dad was gone, he’d change. But I’d be there for him through it all. I’d be there to help him through it and let him lean on me as much as he needed to.

                I didn’t know what would happen when he left for college, or when I graduated for college. Hell, I didn’t even know what would happen by tomorrow. But I knew that I loved Alex Radke, and no matter what happened, I’d make sure we stayed together.

                Can’t Even Think Straight- Completed 1/5/13

                “SEBASTIAN!” I cried, darting into his arms. “SEBASTIAN THERE’S AN ASSASSIN IN THE ROOM KILL IT HELP.”

                “What?” Sebastian cried, catching me. “What are you talking about?”

                I narrowed my eyes at the corner of our dorm room. “The demon,” I hissed. “It’s over there.” I stopped, my eyes widening a little. “Uh…not that I was afraid. Nope. Tough and manly over here, that’s me. I just think you should kill it to prove that you’re as manly as I am. Yep.”

                “What am I killing?” he asked.

                I pointed and shoved Sebastian towards the corner. “I heard they’re poisonous.”

                “Evan, it’s a daddy long legs. They can’t even bite,” Sebastian said with a sigh. He took off his shoe and whacked the spider, scraping it off over the garbage.

                Sebastian and I roomed together at college and I got laid constantly. It was surprising I could even walk. Sebastian had definitely proved his manliness even without killing the poisonous demon.

                “Congratulations, you’re officially a man,” I said, patting his head.

                “I thought we established that last night,” he said, raising an eyebrow.

                “You are a very dirty boy. I’m appalled. I would never talk about our sexy times out loud. I would not blurt out that you rock my body to an entire class. HOW DID YOU FIND OUT?!”

                Sebastian slapped a hand over my mouth, sighing. “Honestly Evan, you’re going to be the death of me.” He pulled his hand away and kissed me.

                Murphy the man stealer went to community college, probably so he could stay home and plot with his demon of a brother how to steal my boyfriend away from me. And Rory and his girlfriend Yolanda went to college together out of state, which meant I barely had to see his ugly self anymore. He still hadn’t changed his name for some reason. Rory. Shudder.

                “Evan?”

                “I WASN’T THINKING ABOUT RORY AND HIS UGLY NAME OR MURPHY AND HIS SLUTTY BROTHER, STOP ACCUSING ME OF THINGS YOU JERK.”

                Sebastian kissed me again. “You’re so loud today. I didn’t accuse you of anything. You were zoning out.”

                “I am a manly man and manly men are allowed to zone out and think of manly things,” I said.

                “You’re 20. You’re barely older than a kid,” he said, laughing. “Let’s go study.”

                “Studying is for women!” I said.

                “That’s probably why women are smarter,” he said. “Now come on, we’re studying. You need to pass your test tomorrow.”

                For some reason Sebastian felt the need to act like my mom or my babysitter or something. I was perfectly capable of taking care of my sexy self!

                Speaking of sexy, I caught sight of myself in the mirror. Mmm, damn I looked good. I love myself. I am so sexy. Why wasn’t Sebastian appreciating how sexy I looked?

                “I look sexy,” I announced to Sebastian.

                “Yes, you do. You’d look even sexier if you were studying,” he said.

                “Fine,” I grumbled. “If it makes me even sexier.”

                He sat down and I sat in his lap. He wrapped his arms around my waist, his chin resting on my shoulder as I opened my textbook. He kissed my cheek and I pouted. He was using my sexiness as a weapon to make me study. Yet I still loved this rude asshole, and kissed him, sort of glad he helped me keep my grades up.

                The Fag Swag- Completed 8/10/12

                “Phil!” I called as I looked around our apartment. I rolled my eyes. “There you are.”

                Phil was asleep, buried under blankets on the couch. A textbook was on the floor, clearly dropped. There was an empty cup of coffee next to it.

                “Phil,” I said, shaking him.

                He cracked his eyes open. “Nick?” he said sleepily.

                “You fell asleep on the couch last night,” I said.

                He rubbed his eyes and sat up. “Sorry. I was studying.”

                I kissed his cheek. “It’s fine! I’m glad you were studying. Just try not to fall asleep on the couch too often. It’ll hurt your back.”

                Phil and I were 20, both enrolled in college and living in an apartment together. Phil’s mom rarely talked to him, and he worked with Angel’s family to help himself afford college.

                Phil worked incredibly hard in college. I helped him study and get his work done any time he needed me to.

                “Did you take my textbook?” Phil demanded, glaring at me.

                “Oh my lanta, it’s on the floor!” I said, picking it up and setting it in his lap.

                “Oh,” he said, childlike confusion on his face. “Thanks, Nick.”

                Phil still had his crazy mood swings, but I was pretty much used to them by now. I tried to keep him from fighting and getting himself into trouble. He was super jealous over every person I became friends with, and I had to warn them all about him. Still, he was adorably protective of me, and I loved him.

                “Hey,” I said, kissing him. “I love you.”

                “I love you too,” he said, pulling me closer.

                Needless to say, our sex life was absolutely fantastic. Molly and Angel were still dating, and she told me that he was good in bed too. Sometimes we went out on double dates when we were on break from college.

                “I’ll make you breakfast and help you study,” I said, kissing Phil again.

                “Thanks,” he said, hugging me. He pulled away and gave me a cute smile.

                I smiled at him, easily picturing a future with him. Maybe someday we’d get married and start a family. I could see it, and I wanted it.

                I hugged him again, glad Molly had tried to make him kill me that day. I loved my crazy boyfriend.

                My…Stepbrother?- Complete 4/28/12

                “TRACE! TRACE! TRACE!”

                I raced into Trace’s room and dove behind his bed in terror. Zeke chased me into the room with a pool noodle.

                “Do I even want to know?” Trace asked in annoyance.

                “He hit me in the ass with it!” Zeke said.

                “Yea, I’m the only one who can do that,” Tommy said, slouching in the doorframe.

                Zeke blushed. “Tommy, shut up!”

                Trace snatched the pool noodle from Zeke and tossed it out into the hallway. He roughly yanked me out from behind his bed.

                “Stop being annoying!” he snapped.

                I pouted. “Don’t be such a meany jerk pants.”

                We were all 20, except for Tommy who was a little baby 18 year old wee small child, and were home on break from college. My mom and Brandon were still super happy together, which made me happy.

                Trace still put up his angry guard, but he was a lot nicer when it was just the two of us alone. My mom spent a lot of time doing family related things, and I think it really helped Trace.

                I pushed Trace onto his bed and jumped on his lap. He hugged my waist and kissed my neck.

                “You’re a pain in the ass,” he grumbled.

                “But I’m your pain in the ass!” I stopped and laughed. “Literally!”

                “Shut up!” he said, punching me lightly in the arm.

                Zeke snickered. “Aw, how cute. Trace bottoms to Kory.”

                “You’d know about bottoming,” Tommy said, slipping an arm around Zeke’s waist.

                “Shut up!” Zeke said, and lightly punched his arm.

                I poked Trace’s nose. “You’re grumpy. But I still love you!”

                “You’re obnoxious and immature. I love you,” he said and kissed me.

                I was still determined to someday steal Tommy’s gurple eyes. But Zeke told me that was “illegal” and that stealing him was considered “kidnapping” and wanting his eyes floating in a jar next to my bed was “disturbing”. Psh, fun killer.

                I hugged my grumpy jerk of a boyfriend, smiling at him. He gave me a small, Trace-smile back and kissed me.

                I rested my head on his shoulder, smiling at my friends. I was a very, very happy Kory, and I planned to annoy Trace for the rest of my life.

                Snake Eyes- Completed 8/21/12

                “Mark!”

                Someone grabbed my arm and yanked me backwards. My head snapped up, just inches away from a doorframe.

                “Stop zoning out before you get hurt!” Maxx said, releasing my shirt.

                He put his arms around my waist, pulling me back against his chest and kissing my neck. I blushed.

                I was 20 years old and still running into doors! But Maxx was good about saving me from the evil doors whenever he was around me.

                Maxx and I still lived at home, both of us attending a nearby college. Maxx lived with his mom, and rarely saw his dad. Their relationship was improving, but his dad had gotten a new girlfriend and cheated on her after a few months, and it had angered Maxx.

                My parents had started spending more time home about a year ago, and it was nice to get closer with them. My mom wanted to be home to watch my grandpa, since he had nearly run into the road one day. I’d managed to stop him, but told my mom out of fear for his safety.

                My cat was still a pervert, but Maxx’s dog Kojak was a lot nicer. Maxx had been working hard to get the dog to stop biting, although it had ended up with a few new scars on Maxx’s part.

                Chandler and Shaw were still together, and they were away at college right now. Shaw, being the pervert that he is, felt the need to tell me every time they did dirty things together.

                “You’re zoning out again, baby,” Maxx mumbled against my ear before nibbling it.

                “Maxx!” I said, blushing. “Your mom will be home soon!”

                “Not that soon.” He smirked, but stopped nibbling my ear. “Besides, she knows we have sex.”

                I blushed even harder. “Oh my god. I’m never coming over again.”

                “She’s known since we started dating.” He kissed me. “Marky, I love you.”

                “I love you too!” I said, smiling happily.

                Maxx was a lot nicer now. Even Chandler was nice now. Both of them had really changed from their days of breaking hearts and sleeping around.

                Maxx led me to his bedroom and we laid down together, cuddling. Kojak jumped onto the bed and curled up at our feet, and it felt so great not to have to be afraid of him biting my feet off.

                “Mark,” Maxx said, smiling and kissing me. “Let’s go on a date tomorrow. I’ll take you out after class for dinner and a movie.”

                “Okay!” I said, smiling and nuzzling against him. We were looking at apartments to move into together. I loved Maxx, no matter what he had done and what he used to be like. He was a good person now, and he was my boyfriend and I loved him.